The two light machine guns had to constantly move positions under the suppression of Japanese machine guns and grenade launchers, and could no longer form sustained firepower. The firepower of thirty rifles alone was simply not enough to deal with the Japanese assault infantry, which consisted of more than 150 people.
Completely suppressed.
The Japanese army had already rushed to a position no more than forty meters away from the position.
The distance was so close that both the Chinese soldiers on the position and the Japanese soldiers in front of the position could clearly see the angry eyes behind the gas masks of the other party.
The Japanese army finally understood why the Chinese were so tenacious. It turned out that they also had gas masks.
However, at this time, it was no longer important whether they had gas masks or not. What was important was that they both wanted to kill each other. After rushing to this distance, both armies were unable to retreat.
The Japanese major at the bottom of the position was watching the battle on the position with a telescope, his face extremely ugly. He did not expect that even after using poison gas, his soldiers were still fighting so hard. There was something faint in the thin smoke in front of the position.
The lying corpses of nearly thirty Imperial soldiers stimulated his nerves every moment.
Far away a thousand meters away, Zhang Shijun, the leader of the 102nd Regiment, was holding a telescope at Position 3 and staring at the No. 1 position of his regiment shrouded in poison gas, his face solemn and sad. The Japanese army indeed used poison gas bombs, and the fifth company
The counterattack is still so tenacious. But, can they fulfill the death order of the division commander and persist until tomorrow morning? Even if they persist until tomorrow, how many of his most elite infantry companies will be left?
Or maybe, there is not one left...
The military commanders of the Chinese and Japanese armies were silently watching this small battlefield where the battle had become intense. They did not even have time to pay attention to the casualties of their soldiers. What they cared about most was the position.
One must be held, and the other must be captured.
If you hold it, the entire line of defense can continue to hold. If you capture it, it means breaking through the most important line of defense of the defenders.
Then, their field of vision was completely occupied by a group of Chinese soldiers without gas masks and wearing dark blue military uniforms who jumped out of the trenches.
It only takes 40 meters to rush into the Chinese trenches, and the Japanese army is launching a final desperate charge.
However, after all, they are not really fighting to the death. They just want to rush into the position and kill all the defenders to complete the tactical goal. After all, they still want to win or live.
However, the thirteen people who jumped out of the trench really wanted to die. They didn't want to be killed by poison gas. They wanted to die on the way to the charge, a real fight to the death.
Except for the sergeant squad leader who had inhaled a large amount of poisonous gas and had lost his mind, the remaining twelve people, under the leadership of their lieutenant company commander, picked up the fifteen submachine guns that the company had received from the division before the war, and tore off
The towel, which was almost useless, launched a more determined and desperate countercharge towards the more than 100 Japanese soldiers who launched a desperate charge towards them.
As soldiers, they don't want to die in the poisonous gas in the trenches, but they just want to die from the bullets that are the final destination of soldiers.
Of course, more importantly, they wanted to die more valuable. Killing one is enough, killing two to earn one was definitely the main theme of all Chinese armies in that era who were forced to make their last roar.
Even if I can't kill you, I will rush up and bite you. The thirteen officers and soldiers of the Fifth Company showed the bravery of Sanqin men from the moment they jumped out of the trench.
"Kill~~~~" Taking advantage of their commanding position, the thirteen people jumped out of the trench and shouted loudly, pulling the triggers of their submachine guns at the Japanese troops rushing over.
At that moment, they didn't care at all whether the gas they breathed was poisonous gas. Even if it was poisonous gas, they would still smoke it like cigarettes.
Anyway, it was the last puff of cigarette, although it was really a bit choking and it really irritated my throat.
They just ran downhill at high speed, shouted "kill", and then shot at every target they could see.
Thirteen high-speed submachine guns spit out terrifying tongues of fire, and the twenty-round magazine was almost empty within five seconds.
The Japanese troops were almost overwhelmed. Within five seconds, they fired two shots through the sky. A dozen Chinese who rushed out of the position like crazy swept away almost all the firepower of their entire squadron.
During the 40-meter-long exchange of fire, four Chinese soldiers fell, but more than 20 Japanese soldiers fell. It was obvious that the Chinese had the advantage in terms of courage and the rate of fire of the weapons they were equipped with.
The Sanba Gai, which is known as Asia's most powerful rifle with an effective range of up to 400 meters, and the flower machine submachine gun with a theoretical rate of fire of up to 450 rounds per minute and an effective range of only 100 meters were directly beaten on this battlefield where the two sides were only more than 30 meters apart.
Xiang.
The eyes of the Chinese and Japanese commanders suddenly widened.
Because even they had never thought that under such a fierce offensive, the defenders would not rely on the advantages of the trenches, but launched a counterattack that was not very wise.
Especially the Japanese major, he didn't understand how the Chinese people could have such courage. A mere dozen people dared to launch a counterattack like a moth to a flame.
The Japanese frontline commander Akira Nishikawa didn't understand that he was about to step into the Chinese positions and kill the stubborn Chinese one by one in the trenches where they were hiding. But the Chinese jumped out of the trenches.
Yes, it was not just a dozen Chinese who jumped out of the trenches, but dozens of them.
Although the battlefield filled with poisonous smoke could not be seen very clearly, two seconds after a dozen Chinese people jumped out of the trenches and charged down wildly while shooting, an unknown number of Chinese people rushed out of the trenches, but they were definitely not
would exceed the strength of a platoon of Chinese.
They roared angrily, holding rifles with shining bayonets in their hands, firing desperately while running wildly downward. Dozens of them
The Chinese are like thousands of troops.
On our own side, not only were our troops on their backs, but they were also confused by the hail of bullets and the madness of the Chinese.
Yes, they don't understand.
But Xigua and the last twenty people who stayed on the battlefield understood that the company commander, platoon commander, and squad leader did not want to die, but they had to die because they wanted their brothers to live.
There were only twenty-eight gas masks in total, and those who did not wear them would only die. Therefore, they went to die and rushed towards the enemy without hesitation. Before they died, they also had to kill more Japanese for them so that they could continue to live and defend.
position.
"Brothers, the company commander, platoon leader, and squad leader are all dead. I have no shame in living. After fighting with the little devils, the brothers of the fifth company will die together today." Lieutenant Xigua led more than a dozen people.
The man rushed out of the position. After being stunned for two seconds, big tears rolled down his dry eye sockets. He pulled off his gas mask and roared loudly.
"Kill~~~" the soldiers did not hesitate.
At this time, the soldiers, whose adrenal glands had been stimulated by anger and sadness, had reduced their fear of death to a minimum. The soldiers, whose eyes were red from stimulation, could only think of one thing.
That is, kill the little devil.
As the saying goes, times make heroes. Not everyone is born a hero. Maybe he was once as timid as a mouse, maybe he would be cowardly to survive, but at this moment, they are all warriors, doing their best to kill the enemy, and
Whether you can survive or not is not that important anymore.
Whether I am afraid of death or not, really, I don’t have time to think about it.
Perhaps only those who have experienced the battlefield can understand this feeling.
As long as they could move, all the soldiers, together with their commanders, charged at the Japanese army at full speed.
A true desperate charge.
The two magazines of the submachine gun had been exhausted. The lieutenant commander directly wiped the Third Reich-made submachine gun that he had wiped countless times with the Ai Yu treasure, and threw it fiercely into the face of a Japanese soldier who was charging over with a gun and howling.
, reached out to pick up the Sanba Gai of a killed Japanese soldier from the ground, sprinted suddenly, and stabbed it into the chest of the Japanese soldier who had just covered his face and screamed in pain.
A "pop" sound entering the flesh and a "click" sound that was heart-wrenching let the lieutenant know that the bayonet was stuck on the little devil's sternum.
In the peripheral vision, with a roar of "Ah~~~", a Japanese sergeant wearing a gas mask rushed towards the lieutenant from five meters away from the side. The lieutenant kicked out hard and used the reaction force to pull the bayonet away from the Japanese soldier.
He pulled it out from his chest, then swung his rifle and blocked it suddenly, swinging away the bayonets that the Japanese invaders stabbed hard.
But the lieutenant did not attack rashly. Instead, he held the gun firmly with both hands and stared at the Japanese sergeant who was staggering back. He had the experience of stabbing with the Japanese army and knew how powerful the Japanese army's stabbing skills were, and the sergeant even more
A leader in the art of needlework.
Sure enough, the stout Japanese sergeant only took two steps back to stabilize his figure. The eyes behind the gas mask glared at the lieutenant viciously. He moved in small steps and circled around the lieutenant, as if he was looking for someone.
A wild wolf whose opponent is vulnerable.
Although there was a little less poisonous smoke under the position, it was still quite a lot. The lieutenant, who had no towel at all, was so stimulated by the poisonous gas that he coughed violently.
The Japanese soldier stepped forward and stabbed him with a spear.
There was a "bang" gunshot, and the Japanese sergeant staggered, looking at the smoke coming out of the muzzle of his opponent's pistol in disbelief.
The lieutenant calmed down his rapid breathing, reached out and pulled off the gas mask covering the Japanese soldier's face and put it over his own face. There was a trace of disdain on his face when he could finally breathe normally.
Who said you can't shoot when you're stabbing? Didn't the stupid Japanese use his strength to pull the bolt when he pulled out the bayonet?
On the battlefield filled with poisonous smoke, there were gunshots, the tooth-aching metal scraping sound of bayonets touching each other, the muffled sound of bayonets penetrating flesh, and the last wails of being stabbed by bayonets, both in Japanese and Chinese.